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"Hello, Father! Can I help with anything this evening?"

He frowned "Currants for the sister? I’m not sure where they would be"

She waved hi things about the store and I often get lost e of the dry red berries and then started back to the front of the store

Carwyn frowned What was her name? Ginny? Jennifer? Herwoman hadn’t been to mass in quite soiven hirin

"Jenna"

He s for his teeth They always did Only the children asked directly, and even then, it was rare His life, such as it as not questioned by the people in the town He was the Father They were his people "Thank you, Jenna"

"You’re very welco else?"

"No, thank you Tell your mother I said hello"

"I will, Father"

The girl’s mother had entertained a furious crush on hier It hadn’t been the first, nor would it be the last Far from a deterrent, his vocation was an attraction for a few It always had been For some, it was the allure of the forbidden, never mind that he’d been a married man when he was human For the other, shyer sort, he was considered safe A man, but not a threat

He sot about the teeth

Carhistled as he walked into the pub and waved at thepints for years in the small, cozy establishment, as his father had before hi another custoether, following a tradition, year after year and generation after generation The farht of his own children Not a single one incommit about hundreds of years instead of fifty or sixty

"What’ll you have tonight, Father?"

"What do you have local on tap?"

"I’ve a new chestnut brown from that brewery in Colwyn Bay"

"I’ll take that"

"Nice to see so their naer folk around"

"Nice to see any jobs staying"